Please be warned. This is a long story. Scroll down to *** for the action. Both our names are fictive.

A short introduction:

A few years ago I bought a company in India that supplies construction parts. I wanted to reorganize the company and make it more efficient. In order to do so I visited the factory for a week. During that week I started the days with a workout at 6am and went to the factory afterwords. In the evenings I got some dinner, some drinks sometimes, or I would just relax. I decided to book a full massage, and that is where this story starts…

I settled into the plush bed, my muscles still humming from the morning's intense workout. The Indian sun had already begun to set, casting a warm orange glow over the city outside my hotel room window. I had spent the past few days immersed in the company, meeting with employees and vendors, trying to get a sense of the lay of the land.

But now, it was time for some R&R. A full body massage at one of Delhi's top spas sounded like just what I needed. I booked an appointment with Aniya, a masseuse who had received rave reviews from my colleagues. As I arrived at the spa, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. The atmosphere was serene and calming, with soft instrumental music playing in the background.

Aniya greeted me warmly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling as she showed me to the treatment room. She was dressed in traditional Indian attire, a sari that seemed to shimmer and shine as she moved. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and brown eyes.

"Hello, Peter," she said, her voice husky and sweet. "I'm so glad you're here for your massage."

As we began the treatment, I couldn't help but notice Aniya's hands as they expertly kneaded my muscles. She was skilled, to say the least, and I found myself relaxing into her touch.

"Aniya," I said, my voice low and smooth, "you have a gift. Your hands are like magic."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Thank you, Peter. I've been doing this for years."

As she worked on my shoulders, I couldn't help but steal glances at Aniya's face. She was beautiful, in a subtle, understated way. And I could sense a certain...wistfulness about her.

"Aniya," I said, trying to sound casual, "what do you like to do when you're not working?"

She hesitated for a moment, before answering. "I enjoy spending time with my family. My husband and son are very important to me."

I nodded sympathetically. "Family is everything, isn't it?"

As we continued the massage, I found myself becoming more and more relaxed. Aniya's touch was like a balm to my tired muscles.

When the treatment was over, I sat up, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Aniya smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Thank you for coming, Peter," she said, her voice husky and sweet. "I'm glad I could help."

As we chatted, I couldn't help but notice the way Aniya's eyes sparkled in the light. She was beautiful, and I found myself wanting to know more about her.

"I have an idea," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Would you like to join me for a drink? Maybe we could discuss some...business opportunities?"

Aniya's eyes widened slightly, before she nodded hesitantly. "I-I suppose that would be okay."

As we left the spa and made our way to the nearest bar, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. This was going to be an interesting night.

As we sipped our drinks at the bar, I tried to keep things professional, asking Aniya about her experiences as a masseuse and her knowledge of the spa industry. But I couldn't help but notice the way she looked at me, her eyes sparkling with interest and desire.

"So, Aniya," I said, leaning in close, my voice low and smooth, "tell me more about your job here at the spa."

She smiled, her lips parting slightly as she spoke. "It's a dream job, really. I get to help people relax and feel better, all while using my skills as a masseuse."

I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. But I couldn't resist trying to seduce her, making it sexual.

"Aniya," I said, my voice dropping to a whisper, "you have no idea how much you'd be able to help me relax. My muscles are tight, and I could use someone with your skills to...work out some of the problems."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with desire, but also with a hint of shyness.

"I-I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned in closer, my face inches from hers. "Come on, Aniya. I'll make it worth your while. Just think about all the...stress relief you could give me."

She looked up at me, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. Then she nodded, her lips parting slightly.

As we left the bar, I knew exactly where I was going. The spa, with its luxurious amenities and private rooms, was the perfect place to indulge in our forbidden passion.

We silently sneaked into the spa, avoiding the security cameras as we made our way to the massage room. Aniya locked the door behind us, her hands shaking slightly as she turned to me.

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"Peter," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with desire, "I've never done anything like this before."

I smiled, my cock already hard and aching for release. "Don't worry, Aniya. I'll take care of you. And you can take care of me too."

We moved to the massage table, where I lay down on my back, my cock throbbing with anticipation. Aniya stood over me, her hands grasping my hips as she leaned in close.

"Spread your legs," she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

I did as she asked, feeling my cock slide forward as Aniya began to massage me. But this wasn't a professional massage. This was something more...personal.

As she worked me over, I felt my orgasm building inside me. I reached out and grabbed Aniya's hand, pulling her closer.

"We need to move," I growled, my voice barely above a whisper.

Aniya nodded, her eyes sparkling with desire, as we moved to the sauna room next door. The heat enveloped us like a cloud, making our skin feel flushed and hot.

I pushed Aniya against the wall, my cock rubbing against her belly as I kissed her lips.

"Unzip me," I whispered, my voice husky with need.

Aniya nodded, her hands moving to unzip my pants. As she freed my cock, I felt a rush of relief, followed by an even greater sense of urgency.

"Get on your knees," I growled, my cock throbbing with anticipation.

Aniya looked up at me, her eyes wide with desire, before dropping to her knees and taking me into her mouth. The sensation was intense, with Aniya's warm tongue wrapping around the head of my cock as she began to suck me off.

I felt myself building towards an orgasm, my balls aching with pleasure. But I couldn't let go yet. Not when I had Aniya right where I wanted her.

"Get up," I growled, pulling Aniya to her feet.

We moved to the jacuzzi next door, where we sank into the warm water together. As the bubbles enveloped us like a cocoon, I wrapped my arms around Aniya and pulled her close.

"I am going to make your dreams cum true, Aniya," I whispered, my cock throbbing with urgency.

Aniya nodded, her eyes sparkling with desire, before leaning in for a kiss.

As we kissed, I felt myself building towards an orgasm. But this time, it was different. This time, it was going to be even more intense, even more explosive.

I wrapped my arms around Aniya and lifted her up, slamming her onto my cock with a grunt of pleasure. The impact was intense, feeling like a shockwave had run through both our bodies as we merged together in a single, fluid motion.

Aniya's eyes went wide, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure, as she felt me stretching and filling her to the limits of her desire. Her body arched back, pushing against my chest as I held her close, my arms tightening around her like a vice.

I could feel Aniya's muscles contracting and releasing around me, milking my cock with every thrust, as we moved in perfect syncopation. The sensations were overwhelming, building towards an explosion of pleasure that threatened to consume us both.

Aniya's moans grew louder, more urgent, as she felt herself hurtling towards the edge of her orgasm. Her body began to shudder and convulse, her muscles locking down around me like a vice as she screamed my name.

"Peter! Oh God, Peter!"

I didn't need any further encouragement. I pistoned my cock in and out of Aniya's wet folds with renewed ferocity, feeling the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatened to blow us both apart.

Aniya's body was now locked in a paroxysm of pleasure, her muscles contracting and releasing around me like a machine as she hurtled towards her orgasm. I could feel myself getting close too, my balls tightening up like a pair of fists as the pleasure built to an explosive crescendo.

As Aniya's body began to convulse in pleasure, I pulled out of her and made her lie on the edge of the jacuzzi. She let out a soft whimper as she realized what was happening, but then her eyes locked onto mine and she nodded, her face a map of desire.

I watched with rapt attention as Aniya's body began to cum, her muscles contracting and releasing in a slow, sensual dance. Her legs trembled beneath her, her hips bucking up into the air as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.

As I watched, my own arousal grew, my cock hardening to an even more impressive size than before. I couldn't help but think about how beautiful Aniya looked, lying there in the warm glow of the jacuzzi lights, her body wracked with pleasure.

Finally, Aniya's orgasm began to subside, leaving her looking spent and exhausted. But then she saw me standing there, my cock still hard and aching for release, and something sparked to life inside her.

She reached out a hand and wrapped it around the base of my cock, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "Get back in," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I nodded, not needing any further encouragement. I climbed into the jacuzzi again, positioning myself between Aniya's spread legs as we prepared for another round of intense, passionate sex.

As I slid back inside Aniya, feeling her warm, wet folds envelop me once more, she looked up at me with a fierce gleam in her eye.

"Harder," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of our own ragged breathing. "Faster."

I nodded, my hips moving in response to her demands as I pistoned my cock in and out of Aniya's body with renewed ferocity. The sensations were overwhelming, building towards another explosive orgasm that threatened to blow us both apart.

As we continued to move together, I reached down between us and started fingering Aniya's asshole. Her eyes went wide at first, but then she seemed to relax into it, her body adjusting to the sensation of my fingers probing deep within her.

"More," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Harder."

I nodded, my fingers digging deeper into her tight, puckered flesh as I continued to finger her asshole. As we moved together, Aniya's body began to convulse in pleasure once more. Her muscles contracted and released around me, milking my cock with every thrust as she rode out wave after wave of sensation.

I could feel her asshole tightening up around my fingers, drawing them deeper into its depths as she approached another orgasm. My own arousal grew, my cock hardening to an even more impressive size than before as I prepared for our combined climax.

Finally, Aniya's body reached the peak of her pleasure, her muscles locking down around me like a vice as she screamed my name in ecstasy. Her asshole contracted around my fingers, drawing them deep into its depths as she cummed hard and fast.

As we both climaxed together, I felt my own orgasm building to a fever pitch. My cock was pumping with more power than ever before, filling Aniya's body with wave after wave of hot, thick semen as we rode out our combined pleasure.

As we continued to cum together, our bodies locked I and I felt my strength begin to fade. My legs trembled beneath me, my muscles locking down as I struggled to hold Aniya's weight against mine.

Finally, I collapsed onto the edge of the jacuzzi, Aniya's body still clamped tightly around me as we both rode out the aftershocks of our climaxes. We lay there for a long moment, panting and trembling with exhaustion, as the warm water of the jacuzzi swirled around us.

As my own orgasm finally began to subside, I felt Aniya's body relax against mine, her muscles releasing their grip on me like a fist unclenching from its target. She let out a soft sigh, her head lolling back against my chest as she drifted into a state of languid relaxation.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we both basked in the warm glow of our combined pleasure. The water of the jacuzzi swirled lazily around us, creating a soothing melody that seemed to lull even the most jangled nerves into a state of deep calm. “Do you think I can match sex with your husband?”, I say with a wink…

This is where I stop for now. There is a lot more to tell, but convince me to continue if you liked it ..